But maybe it’s a blessing in disguise – waiting to bloom. After all, in every blessing is a curse – and every curse a blessing. Thorns and roses, that sort of thing. You’ve just gotta look for it sometimes
DID/MPD* is a survival mechanism created by creative children to a) shield the themselves (the ‘core’) from abuse, and b) to create a personality able to handle the issues. I remember doing this a number of times**.
So bear that in mind: a SURVIVAL mechanism; NOT a ‘defect’.
So – what advantages are there? Gee whiz . . . there can be so many . . .
Most child abuse survivors who have ‘healed’ somewhat are very protective of all children; we listen, we hear a child’s scream and come running when we recognize pain in it. Yeah, we’re like that – we know. We’re heroes.
We usually can argue any side of any subject. After all, we always had to have an answer – an preferably the right one or else!. (Sometimes ‘or else’ wasn’t an option – you were the blade, they the uncaring mower. You survivors know.) You always thought first. We’re intense, when we have to be.
We can write in many ‘styles’ – just drag up the right personality, and let ‘him’ write the durned thing. (Or better yet: blend a couple and let them go for it. Harder, but grittier – or more beautiful, depending on the mix.) Us survivors are versatile.
Most of us have what doc’s and friends call a “high pain tolerance”. WE are tough. WE survived. We don’t trust tomorrow, but by God – we’re gonna survive TODAY. Good survival instincts – based on experience. Oh yeah, we know that one, eh? LO dry L’s.
Yeah, being DID can be GOOD.
Then there’s that old chameleon thing – the ability to blend blend blend. You know what I mean: be acceptable – and accepted – by anyone (or anything, sometimes!) – you meet. Avoid getting others angry . . . blend, blend blend – and never being yourself. Not your true self. The many of one mind. BEING DID is ALL about ‘blending’ – or fighting for survival. And to blend is a fight for survival. We are talented; we are actors on a multitude of stages (including our own >wink!<).
We also know how to disappear; like ninja’s into the night; wall flowers on a wall; a dust bunny cowering in the corner — if that’s what’s necessary to survive. And we know: that’s where you look for the lost ones, the frightened ones. Yeah: we’re rescuers.
We can be compassionate. We can be hard. We are efficient – we know how to survive. We are flexible, mentally adepts. We may be stubborn – but we listen. Emotionally we may have problems as we learn to embrace our many selves – but when we’re done, we can shine like a galaxy of stars, with many lives to share – all in one. And yes, it can be done.
Our roots are in creativity: we usually are highly creative persons in all walks of life, successful (at least somewhat – we live) – with worlds both inside and out. We can live and breath lives unknown. It can be a wondrous thing, trust me. I love it. And if you go to the roots of your creativity, the meaning of the word, perhaps you’ll find even more wonders than you’ve ever imagined lurking within your soul.
We usually love art in many forms; love beauty, and love love most deeply of all. Our hearts are not trusting, nor is it easy for us to give them – but when we do, you’ve got a friend for life. We love deeply, and sometimes too completely, and I know I’ve never lost a love – they all sit deep in my heart. (Some like painfully beautiful crystals, always.)
I’ve also found we tend to be kind to animals (I hate hitting a butterfly on the road), but we can also be brutally efficient when we have to be (some of us, anyway.) We often find ourselves (I think) in ‘helper’ positions – things like rescue, firefighting, whatnot. I don’t know.
You see, WE don’t advertise ourselves as ourselves. Yup, that old social stigma thing. Which is sad. We blend. We are all around you (perhaps) and you never ‘see’ the wonders that we can be. Because I think the MPD/DID mind has so much more to give to the world than one ever could when it stops fighting itself and becomes . . . something else And somehow I find that not only wonderfully special – but beautiful as well. We evolve, my wonderfully creative minds – inside and out.
I know all does not apply to all all of the time. Life is messy like that: it creates uniqueness – and in MPD/DID – that isn’t always a bad thing. It can even be a good thing – a wondrous thing. It just takes kindness and patience – on the part of every one.
It’s a blessing, I tell ya. The more I’ve ‘come together’, the better I feel. But . . . its also hard, exhausting work. Both the coming ‘together’ and . . . wonder of it all? The multiple personalities singing instead of fighting all the time? Not perfect, of course! – but who is, eh?
After all, we’re only human 😉
JW and Friends